Luyện nghe bài hát A Storm of Swords

Yo, serious syllable wordplay, spray
Like a bird blaze, niggaz, where the curb lay
Turn plagen, shitty on a church day
Ya city my committee, tustle where the stay
Smoke inside the dirt, tray's are undercovers
Old head feed kids, to run the numbers
Damn shame in my crew can't bang
You the man, fame, here's my man frame,
to the wig, Belle', vodka, hit my rib
Corona beers a slice of lemon first dig
On an open mic, follows, space over night
your perimeter, players and prototypes
(High powers) through your soul, through die shower
Resurrected your spirit, with lyrics for top
My squad, holler the loudest, y'all niggaz
We folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge

[Chorus 2X: Planetary, Paz]
Y'all can't touch us, we ain't fuckin' around
And y'all can't fuck with us, or else we dem down

Paz]
This animal rap, cannibal rap we make
I hate all, hate law and hate
I everything that you stand for, it's fake
everybody bitin' the gods, a day late
I maintain, handle beef
my life calmly, like I was Gandhi
Fuckin' with Vinnie Paz, the one man
It take a shack and tank to harm me
Come on b, why you to build
Why you trynna get ya entire family killed
I'm a demon outta Amityville
I'm the motherfuckin' that you had any skill
With tight ill, crack ya head when an egg drop
And put you in the figure-four
And make ya head bop, cause we the rawest
Paz, with my man Stoupe holdin' me down

2X]

(Vinnie Paz)
Surrender and quit (or I'ma let the spit)
equip (we buggin' off the Hennessy sip)
The weaponry hit (we hit you the heavenly shit)
Only you live ('cause we at the end of the clip)
The energy split (young cats must be in the brain)
We hittin' the vain ('cause of spittin' the same)
We shookin' the flame (and all the chips in ya chain)
We stick to the game (ran and the pain)
The stitches (and matter fact, we sonnin' y'all kids)
And that we snatchin' up ya son and ya wiz
(We robbin' the kids, and puttin' slugs in ya wigs)
We stuck in the crib (frozen your gut to the fridge)
We cuttin' ya ribs (Jed Mind y'all)
It's right from the far (we fuckin' rifles at y'all
You icey at all, we provoke the sheisty to brawl)
If sleep, Outerspace, slicin' ya jaw

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